TITLE: All My Love.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I don't think it's ever gone above a PG - 13 rating..
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), Sexual themes, and Violence. All
the things that make a good fic! hehe.
SUMMARY: Lita gets a secret admirer... That turns out to be more than a little creepy. Lita/Jeff pairing.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: More, more, more! The more - the merrier I am! hehe. Keep 'em coming, especially if you like the fic!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, we're nearing the end of this one. Oooh.. suspenseful! Keep reading and reviewing, I love hearing from you guys! Hope you're enjoying it as much as I'm enjoying writing it. Now, onto the chapter!
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The locker room was dark, the only light visible shining through the closed door from the arena hallway. The locker room was silent, the only audible sound that of Jeff's breath entering and exiting his lungs. Sitting alone in the room, Jeff readied himself for the match he was about to take part in.
Hell in a cell.
He'd never fought in a hell in a cell match before. Sure, he'd done plenty of cage matches, but this was different. This was completely different. And to make things even more complicated, he was going up against one of the toughest and most talented wrestlers in the entire company. Triple H. But not only was he tough and talented, he was a sick creep who didn't mind resorting to dirty tactics and cheating to win.
Jeff ran a hand through his newly dyed purple hair and took in a sharp breath. Honestly, he couldn't wait to get out there. He just wanted to get out into that cell, and punish Hunter for what he had done. It was the waiting that got to him. It was what he would probably have to face before the match that scared him the most.
He hadn't talked to Lita in about a week - since she found out about the match. She'd tried to talk to him - to talk him out of it - but he had simply ignored her. That was the worst thing. He almost couldn't do it. Jeff was surprised to find that he had enough willpower in him to not give in to the need to talk to Lita, to tell her exactly what was going on. But he knew that that would only worsen the situation. And he knew that if he talked to her about anything at all... the conversation would always lead back to the match on Vengeance.
So he hadn't talked to her in a week. And it had almost killed him.
Jeff didn't know how Lita had handled this last week. The Dudleys and Trish had told him that she was scared, and worried, but that's about all he knew. He didn't know if she was mad at him, or upset at him - he didn't know anything besides the fact that she was scared for him and Matt. And the thing was... Matt wasn't even going to be in the match. He sighed, his head in his hands. But Lita didn't know that. She had no idea that Jeff would be the only one walking down that ramp and entering that cell to face Triple H. The only person that knew was Matt.
Jeff frowned slightly in the darkness at the thought of his older brother. He knew that these past few weeks hadn't been easy on the elder Hardy. He'd had to continually lie to everyone around him about the match. Especially Lita. He'd been around her more than Jeff had in the past week, yet at the same time he'd been very detached from the redhead. Jeff knew that it hurt Matt to lie to her, to have to stand seeing her in pain. But Jeff also knew that there was no other way to go about it. If Lita knew that Jeff was the only one going into that match...
Standing up from his seat on the bench, Jeff shook his head, clearing his mind of those thoughts. It was now only under 20 minutes until his match, and he had to focus himself on the task at hand. The task of making Hunter pay.
Jeff walked out of the locker room, shutting the door behind him. Before he could be absolutely ready for the match, he needed to know that Lita was okay. Needed to make sure. He wasn't going to talk to her, he probably even wasn't going to let her see him. He just wanted to walk past her room and make sure that she was there, and that she was safe. Hunter was in the arena, after all. It was the first time he had been back in a WWE event since his arrest.
As he walked down the arena hallway, Jeff thought about how strange it was seeing Triple H enter the stadium earlier that afternoon. He had been brought in by guards, seeing as his trial had yet to be heard, so he was still in custody of the police. For the past few weeks, Hunter Hearst Helmsley had been living in a jail cell. You could see the effects of it on his face. Jeff revelled in that pained, exhausted look that sat on Hunter's features.
Seeing the locker room that had been designated to Lita up ahead of him, Jeff took in a deep breath, preparing himself for seeing the diva. He prayed that she wouldn't see him pass, because he wasn't sure he had enough willpower left to not break down and tell her everything that was happening.
As he approached the open door, he could hear Lita's voice. Obviously, someone was in there with her. Thank God. Maybe she'd be less worried, less frightened, less panicked when she realised Jeff was the only one fighting Triple H if someone was in the room with her. He hoped it was Trish - that girl was amazing to Lita.
Still walking closer, Jeff heard a male voice reply to Lita. Matt? Was Matt talking to Lita? No, no, it definitely wasn't Matt. Bubba? Or D'von? Or maybe even Kurt Angle? Nearing the doorway, Jeff heard the man laugh and felt a wave of nausea sweep over him. Jeff knew that laugh. It was burned into his memory forever.. from that night at the arena. Jeff knew that laugh belonged to Triple H.
Jeff sprinted to the door, freezing in his tracks when he saw what was unfolding in the room before him. Triple H was in her room, holding Lita by the arms. He had her wrist grasped in his hand, it twisted at a viscous angle. There were tears in the redhead's eyes, though she was not screaming or crying out. Jeff only saw a resigned look on her face -- and that's what scared him more than anything.
Lita wasn't fighting back.
She was hurting, from the pain Hunter was inflicting on her wrist and arms, and the tears were springing to her eyes. But not from the fear of what Hunter could do to her. Not from the fear of being hurt by him again.
With a surge of anger and fear, Jeff rushed forward into the room, throwing himself at Triple H and pulling him away from Lita. The diva fell to the floor, tears rolling down her cheeks. Jeff hurled a fist at Hunter's jaw, hitting bone with a loud impact. Picking him up by the collar of his shirt, Jeff threw Triple H out of the room, against the corridor wall. Grinding his teeth together, he spoke. "You better be ready for the cell, Hunter." Jeff walked towards the man who lay on the floor, grabbing his jaw. "Because I am. One hundred percent. I'm ready to end your pathetic life."
Hunter looked up at the man standing over him, and narrowed his eyes. Standing up slowly, he stepped towards Jeff until their faces were merely inches apart. "I'm ready, Hardy. I'm ready." As he walked down the hallway, he called out, "I'll see you in there!"
Watching Triple H walk out of sight, Jeff breathed heavily, feeling the adrenaline build up inside of him. Trying to calm down his breathing, Jeff turned to Lita, who still sat on the locker room floor. He stared at her silently for a moment, then slowly made his way to her side, helping her up from the floor.
"Jeff..." Her tears were drying now, but there was still that lingering sound of anguish in her voice. "Why is he doing this to me? Why won't he leave me alone?"
Jeff took Lita's arm in his, and led her out of the room and down the hall. He didn't reply to sorrowful questions, knowing that silence was his friend at the moment. Any words he would speak would betray him.
They walked down the hallway, until Lita spoke up once more. "Where are we going?"
"I'm taking you to the Dudley's locker room. Trish is there with Bubba and D'von." They turned a corner, still walking through the arena. "I want you to stay in that room. You can watch the match from there."
She turned to look at him as they walked, her eyes still slightly red and puffy from her tears. "But I want to be there when you and Matt walk out."
You and Matt. The words rung through Jeff's ears like an echo. He kept his eyes focused straight ahead of himself, not allowing himself to turn and see Lita looking at him. He wouldn't be able to keep his strength if he was allowed to look into her eyes.
"Stay in that room. Don't come out. For anything."
"But --"
Lita stopped suddenly as they stood in front of the Dudley's room, and Jeff knocked on the door, still keeping his gaze away from the redhead that stood beside him. The door opened soon after, the petite blonde diva standing behind the open door.
"Jeff.. Lita.." Trish stared at them both with wide eyes, then glanced behind herself quickly. "Come on in."
Jeff shook his head gently. "I'm not staying. I'm due out there in 10 minutes." He looked into the room, catching Bubba Ray Dudley's eyes. "Lita's staying in here with you."
Bubba nodded his head. "We'll keep her safe."
Lita now stood in the room, besides Trish. Jeff scanned the room quickly, taking in Bubba, D'von, and at the back of the room, slumped on the couch, his brother Matt Hardy. Quickly, Jeff nodded to everyone in the room, and left, shutting the door behind him.
Immediately, Lita turned to Trish. "I don't know if I can watch this match. I just.. I don't think I can actually sit here, and watch it. How can I? How can I possibly watch Jeff and Matt --"
D'von interrupted the diva, turning his attention onto the elder Hardy brother that was still present in the room. "Speaking of Matt... shouldn't you be going with Jeff?" The dark man frowned heavily, as if just realising how his friend looked. "Shouldn't you be in your ring clothes?"
At those questions, Lita whipped around, turning to face Matt. Sure enough, he was sitting on the couch in a light blue button-up shirt, with a pair of jeans. He was in street clothes, with less than 5 minutes to go until probably the biggest match in his career to date? Lita narrowed her eyes. Something was wrong. This wasn't Matt. Matt normally prepared hours before his match, making sure everything was ready. He was usually dressed and ready to enter the ring at least an hour before stepping down the ramp. What was going on?
Matt caught Lita's confused gaze, and felt a shiver run down his spine. Ignoring D'von's questions, and the bewildered stares from everyone else in the room, he leant over and grabbed the remote control from the table stand beside the couch. With shaking hands, he pressed the power button, and turned on the monitor that stood in the centre of the room.
With a blast of sound, the screen was brought to life, showing the sight of Triple H walking down the stage ramp, and entering the wrestling ring, which was surrounded by a huge, steel cage. The cell.
Lita turned from the monitor, to Matt, her eyes searching his for some kind of explanation. No words could come to her mouth, instead she simply stared at Matt, her expression talking for itself. She couldn't believe what was happening. Triple H was already in the ring, already in the cell, and Matt hadn't even changed into his ring attire yet? Lita felt a dull pain throb in her head as she kept her gaze focused on Matt, her brow deeply furrowed.
Bubba spoke, breaking the tense silence in the room. "Matt? What is --"
He was soon cut off by a loud blast of all too familiar music ring through the small locker room. Lita instantly turned to face the screen once more, her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she watched the images play in front of her. Soon enough, she watched as Jeff Hardy entered the stage, moshing to his music and playing to the crowd. He began to make his way down the ramp - towards the ring, the cell, and Triple H, who stood inside.
"No." She whispered softly, still staring at the television screen before her. Then suddenly, she turned back to Matt, her voice rising with the realisation of what was happening. Matt wasn't going out there. Jeff would be fighting Hunter in the cell... by himself. "No!"
Matt had to take in a deep breath to stop himself from falling apart as he looked into Lita's hazel eyes that were filling with tears, when he nodded his head and spoke gently, confirming everybodies worst fear with one, small word.
"Yes."
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I don't think it's ever gone above a PG - 13 rating..
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), Sexual themes, and Violence. All
the things that make a good fic! hehe.
SUMMARY: Lita gets a secret admirer... That turns out to be more than a little creepy. Lita/Jeff pairing.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: More, more, more! The more - the merrier I am! hehe. Keep 'em coming, especially if you like the fic!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, we're nearing the end of this one. Oooh.. suspenseful! Keep reading and reviewing, I love hearing from you guys! Hope you're enjoying it as much as I'm enjoying writing it. Now, onto the chapter!
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The locker room was dark, the only light visible shining through the closed door from the arena hallway. The locker room was silent, the only audible sound that of Jeff's breath entering and exiting his lungs. Sitting alone in the room, Jeff readied himself for the match he was about to take part in.
Hell in a cell.
He'd never fought in a hell in a cell match before. Sure, he'd done plenty of cage matches, but this was different. This was completely different. And to make things even more complicated, he was going up against one of the toughest and most talented wrestlers in the entire company. Triple H. But not only was he tough and talented, he was a sick creep who didn't mind resorting to dirty tactics and cheating to win.
Jeff ran a hand through his newly dyed purple hair and took in a sharp breath. Honestly, he couldn't wait to get out there. He just wanted to get out into that cell, and punish Hunter for what he had done. It was the waiting that got to him. It was what he would probably have to face before the match that scared him the most.
He hadn't talked to Lita in about a week - since she found out about the match. She'd tried to talk to him - to talk him out of it - but he had simply ignored her. That was the worst thing. He almost couldn't do it. Jeff was surprised to find that he had enough willpower in him to not give in to the need to talk to Lita, to tell her exactly what was going on. But he knew that that would only worsen the situation. And he knew that if he talked to her about anything at all... the conversation would always lead back to the match on Vengeance.
So he hadn't talked to her in a week. And it had almost killed him.
Jeff didn't know how Lita had handled this last week. The Dudleys and Trish had told him that she was scared, and worried, but that's about all he knew. He didn't know if she was mad at him, or upset at him - he didn't know anything besides the fact that she was scared for him and Matt. And the thing was... Matt wasn't even going to be in the match. He sighed, his head in his hands. But Lita didn't know that. She had no idea that Jeff would be the only one walking down that ramp and entering that cell to face Triple H. The only person that knew was Matt.
Jeff frowned slightly in the darkness at the thought of his older brother. He knew that these past few weeks hadn't been easy on the elder Hardy. He'd had to continually lie to everyone around him about the match. Especially Lita. He'd been around her more than Jeff had in the past week, yet at the same time he'd been very detached from the redhead. Jeff knew that it hurt Matt to lie to her, to have to stand seeing her in pain. But Jeff also knew that there was no other way to go about it. If Lita knew that Jeff was the only one going into that match...
Standing up from his seat on the bench, Jeff shook his head, clearing his mind of those thoughts. It was now only under 20 minutes until his match, and he had to focus himself on the task at hand. The task of making Hunter pay.
Jeff walked out of the locker room, shutting the door behind him. Before he could be absolutely ready for the match, he needed to know that Lita was okay. Needed to make sure. He wasn't going to talk to her, he probably even wasn't going to let her see him. He just wanted to walk past her room and make sure that she was there, and that she was safe. Hunter was in the arena, after all. It was the first time he had been back in a WWE event since his arrest.
As he walked down the arena hallway, Jeff thought about how strange it was seeing Triple H enter the stadium earlier that afternoon. He had been brought in by guards, seeing as his trial had yet to be heard, so he was still in custody of the police. For the past few weeks, Hunter Hearst Helmsley had been living in a jail cell. You could see the effects of it on his face. Jeff revelled in that pained, exhausted look that sat on Hunter's features.
Seeing the locker room that had been designated to Lita up ahead of him, Jeff took in a deep breath, preparing himself for seeing the diva. He prayed that she wouldn't see him pass, because he wasn't sure he had enough willpower left to not break down and tell her everything that was happening.
As he approached the open door, he could hear Lita's voice. Obviously, someone was in there with her. Thank God. Maybe she'd be less worried, less frightened, less panicked when she realised Jeff was the only one fighting Triple H if someone was in the room with her. He hoped it was Trish - that girl was amazing to Lita.
Still walking closer, Jeff heard a male voice reply to Lita. Matt? Was Matt talking to Lita? No, no, it definitely wasn't Matt. Bubba? Or D'von? Or maybe even Kurt Angle? Nearing the doorway, Jeff heard the man laugh and felt a wave of nausea sweep over him. Jeff knew that laugh. It was burned into his memory forever.. from that night at the arena. Jeff knew that laugh belonged to Triple H.
Jeff sprinted to the door, freezing in his tracks when he saw what was unfolding in the room before him. Triple H was in her room, holding Lita by the arms. He had her wrist grasped in his hand, it twisted at a viscous angle. There were tears in the redhead's eyes, though she was not screaming or crying out. Jeff only saw a resigned look on her face -- and that's what scared him more than anything.
Lita wasn't fighting back.
She was hurting, from the pain Hunter was inflicting on her wrist and arms, and the tears were springing to her eyes. But not from the fear of what Hunter could do to her. Not from the fear of being hurt by him again.
With a surge of anger and fear, Jeff rushed forward into the room, throwing himself at Triple H and pulling him away from Lita. The diva fell to the floor, tears rolling down her cheeks. Jeff hurled a fist at Hunter's jaw, hitting bone with a loud impact. Picking him up by the collar of his shirt, Jeff threw Triple H out of the room, against the corridor wall. Grinding his teeth together, he spoke. "You better be ready for the cell, Hunter." Jeff walked towards the man who lay on the floor, grabbing his jaw. "Because I am. One hundred percent. I'm ready to end your pathetic life."
Hunter looked up at the man standing over him, and narrowed his eyes. Standing up slowly, he stepped towards Jeff until their faces were merely inches apart. "I'm ready, Hardy. I'm ready." As he walked down the hallway, he called out, "I'll see you in there!"
Watching Triple H walk out of sight, Jeff breathed heavily, feeling the adrenaline build up inside of him. Trying to calm down his breathing, Jeff turned to Lita, who still sat on the locker room floor. He stared at her silently for a moment, then slowly made his way to her side, helping her up from the floor.
"Jeff..." Her tears were drying now, but there was still that lingering sound of anguish in her voice. "Why is he doing this to me? Why won't he leave me alone?"
Jeff took Lita's arm in his, and led her out of the room and down the hall. He didn't reply to sorrowful questions, knowing that silence was his friend at the moment. Any words he would speak would betray him.
They walked down the hallway, until Lita spoke up once more. "Where are we going?"
"I'm taking you to the Dudley's locker room. Trish is there with Bubba and D'von." They turned a corner, still walking through the arena. "I want you to stay in that room. You can watch the match from there."
She turned to look at him as they walked, her eyes still slightly red and puffy from her tears. "But I want to be there when you and Matt walk out."
You and Matt. The words rung through Jeff's ears like an echo. He kept his eyes focused straight ahead of himself, not allowing himself to turn and see Lita looking at him. He wouldn't be able to keep his strength if he was allowed to look into her eyes.
"Stay in that room. Don't come out. For anything."
"But --"
Lita stopped suddenly as they stood in front of the Dudley's room, and Jeff knocked on the door, still keeping his gaze away from the redhead that stood beside him. The door opened soon after, the petite blonde diva standing behind the open door.
"Jeff.. Lita.." Trish stared at them both with wide eyes, then glanced behind herself quickly. "Come on in."
Jeff shook his head gently. "I'm not staying. I'm due out there in 10 minutes." He looked into the room, catching Bubba Ray Dudley's eyes. "Lita's staying in here with you."
Bubba nodded his head. "We'll keep her safe."
Lita now stood in the room, besides Trish. Jeff scanned the room quickly, taking in Bubba, D'von, and at the back of the room, slumped on the couch, his brother Matt Hardy. Quickly, Jeff nodded to everyone in the room, and left, shutting the door behind him.
Immediately, Lita turned to Trish. "I don't know if I can watch this match. I just.. I don't think I can actually sit here, and watch it. How can I? How can I possibly watch Jeff and Matt --"
D'von interrupted the diva, turning his attention onto the elder Hardy brother that was still present in the room. "Speaking of Matt... shouldn't you be going with Jeff?" The dark man frowned heavily, as if just realising how his friend looked. "Shouldn't you be in your ring clothes?"
At those questions, Lita whipped around, turning to face Matt. Sure enough, he was sitting on the couch in a light blue button-up shirt, with a pair of jeans. He was in street clothes, with less than 5 minutes to go until probably the biggest match in his career to date? Lita narrowed her eyes. Something was wrong. This wasn't Matt. Matt normally prepared hours before his match, making sure everything was ready. He was usually dressed and ready to enter the ring at least an hour before stepping down the ramp. What was going on?
Matt caught Lita's confused gaze, and felt a shiver run down his spine. Ignoring D'von's questions, and the bewildered stares from everyone else in the room, he leant over and grabbed the remote control from the table stand beside the couch. With shaking hands, he pressed the power button, and turned on the monitor that stood in the centre of the room.
With a blast of sound, the screen was brought to life, showing the sight of Triple H walking down the stage ramp, and entering the wrestling ring, which was surrounded by a huge, steel cage. The cell.
Lita turned from the monitor, to Matt, her eyes searching his for some kind of explanation. No words could come to her mouth, instead she simply stared at Matt, her expression talking for itself. She couldn't believe what was happening. Triple H was already in the ring, already in the cell, and Matt hadn't even changed into his ring attire yet? Lita felt a dull pain throb in her head as she kept her gaze focused on Matt, her brow deeply furrowed.
Bubba spoke, breaking the tense silence in the room. "Matt? What is --"
He was soon cut off by a loud blast of all too familiar music ring through the small locker room. Lita instantly turned to face the screen once more, her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she watched the images play in front of her. Soon enough, she watched as Jeff Hardy entered the stage, moshing to his music and playing to the crowd. He began to make his way down the ramp - towards the ring, the cell, and Triple H, who stood inside.
"No." She whispered softly, still staring at the television screen before her. Then suddenly, she turned back to Matt, her voice rising with the realisation of what was happening. Matt wasn't going out there. Jeff would be fighting Hunter in the cell... by himself. "No!"
Matt had to take in a deep breath to stop himself from falling apart as he looked into Lita's hazel eyes that were filling with tears, when he nodded his head and spoke gently, confirming everybodies worst fear with one, small word.
"Yes."